Arvonti's

3.|Tiwan's Return

Dressed in a black wife beater, a opened red and black rosary over shirt, white slacks, black leather boots, his gold Jesus piece, diamond rings on his middle and index finger, a diamond band on his thumb, and his shades, Tiwan stepped foot into the warehouse.

He looked around once with his shades on then another as he took them off. He hooked them into his shirt as he made contact with Arvonti. He was standing in the doorway of the boardroom. "Tiwan." Arvonti had that conniving, vindictively malicious smile and look in his eyes as he walked towards him.

"Glad to see you blood, sorry fo yo lost." Arvonti pulled him into a bro hug. "We pologize fo cuttin the grievin process short but Tijuana has struck again and we comin up short." Carlos said as he walked up behind him. "You seem to know everything about them so we needa have a chat, keep it a hunnit and you'll be free."

They walked into the board room. Arvonti pushed Tiwan down into his chair by his shoulders. "Lemme tell you what they did." Arvonti said. "They set us up, false information was givin just to get me an hour away from my home to sneak the fuck in and slap my baby." Arvonti said.

"See at first I was against this like idea we got but afta that day I'm like not many people know we live thea'." Carlos said. "Tiwan, Tijuana, Tiwan, Tijuana, Tiwan, Tijuana." Arvonti said. "You came to Brooklyn wit King when you were sixteen." He said as he sat on the edge of the table lookin down at Tiwan.

Tiwan looked at Arvonti trying to figure out how he could turn this in Jose without exposing Jose too soon for his plan. He knew he had a plan B for this moment but he didn't know if he should use it now or later when shit came into play. Tiwan looked at Carlos and Arvonti with a mug on his face. "Eres el heredero perdido hace mucho tiempo, no?"

Carlos asked. Tiwan chuckled as he looked between the two. "Ustedes dos lo descubrieron más rápido de lo que pensábamos." He said. Arvonti stood up glaring at Tiwan. "Who the fuck is we? Nigga we treated yo ass like family and you just gon betray us like that? Fuck that, bitch you had hands laid on my fuckin kid!"

Arvonti yelled. Tiwan looked at Arvonti, he held a different base in his voice than his usual pissed off tone. Arvonti swung off Tiwan with a left cross followed by a jab in the face. He was boutta swing again until Carlos lightly pushed him back. "Lemme handle this right quick." He said. Carlos looked at the blood dripping from Tiwan's nose.

"Fo startas yo ass betta thank me fo tryna be civil." Carlos started. "Whatchu comin afta us fo? We ain't do shit to you but trust yo ass." "Revenge." Tiwan said. "Fo wh-" "Sabes por qué!" He seethed through his teeth. "Tu familia destruyó la mía y ahora te pasará lo mismo.

Y no crean que capturarme y matarme detendrá el reinado, el ascenso del cártel de Tijuana. No volveremos a fallar." Tiwan stared into his dark oynx colored eyes as Arvonti glared at him. "Para mi mijo, soy una tortura el alma de usted personalmente." Arvonti said as Carlos walked out.

"Arvonti sir all the THC has gone bad and I've got reports from all the chemist saying that they stuff, I'on know whatchu call it but the liquid in the syrigines been fucked up, then the coke we just got in just been replaced with flour and we got some halcóns missin." Sin said.

Sin was a Mexican 19 year old boy with half of his dreads bein black and the other half beinbred. He was a SoundCloud rapper wit a good fanbase and music. He went from bein one of the halcóns, the falcons in English. Falcons are supposed to keep an ear out on the streets, they were the lowest rank of the cartel,